[Verse 1: Young Neil]
Make up on the pillowcase
Hickeys on the neck
I told you not to leave it I'm tryna keep us a secret
Not because you ain't good enough I love yo a** to d**h
Just I don't trust myself and girl you shouldn't really either
But you, do
You stay around
You got my back
I lay you down
We right back at it
f**in like some addicts
Somehow sh** just happens
And you light one up say it enhance the pa**ion
That's all you lookin for
Girl that's all you really need
Substituting pa**ion with the feeling when I'm in between
We can't be
Not with the type of dream I'm tryna reach
Can't rap bout f**in these hoes if I got a girl at home (like Hov)
So I feel wrong when we back with each other under covers and I'm askin her all of a sudden
You can't take it yo heart breakin cause you realize what the truth is
And I stop playin stupid sh** you really ain't that clueless
And these hoes tryna get to know a n***a
b**h I'm more interested in what you tryna show a n***a
I take the music and the fame look I really can't concern hoes
I'd die without my team
Rest in peace Joe Paterno
[Hook](x2)
Bet I'm rollin she let me f**
Bet me ten I leave with a dub
Bet I put my hands underneath the soap suds in the tub and I swere off after I f**
She know that a real n***a know wa**up
She want that BET Uncut
Play Boosie light candles and roll up
She want that BET uncut
Now pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper)
Just pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper) [x5]
b**h pop that p**y for me (Like a stripper)
[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
Bounce that a** one time for the savage
One Xan' and you can't stop laughin
Your dad would be mad if I fogged out his maybach so don't even ask what the f** I been ashin
Im off krokodil and a sherm stick call Carmen for her connect's number
And this Cali b**h want me to f** her like pics she reblog on tumblr
Got a free spirit trapped up in the hood
Got a grip up on that handle
Got a white girl that dance with white girls who keep my choppa in her satchel
Color coordinating my money into purple green and yellow
And she ain't a real hipster b**h if her hair ain't purple green or yellow
On my hip you see that magnum
The hips on that b**h like I took her out a Maxim
And that gold herringbone shine give her flashbacks of that Magnum
Hit my dope boy phone I send the telephone number
Took her on a trip to Guatemala just to drive she copped a Hummer
Maxed out her daddy's black card
And this ain't jibberish on my freshjive
Hoodie, lil b**h
That's my credit card number
Cracked the window so 'trol could smell the cigs
Smoke coulda bring pictures you paint to life, not even in chalkzone
b**h I'm coppin paintings from Takashi Murakami
While I'm taking Hollister off Holly
And poppin molly's with Molly
And I ain't gon apologize when I say you f** n***as is sorry
I'm in a rocking chair, waiting on my f**in blood to call me
Or in a room at the Fontainebleau, blowin' tree
Flippin a young blonde b**h's stomach, call that Marley and Me